4/2/2023 0 Comments Layers of fear ouija board![]() ![]() Something hit my shoulder with a painful thud and I ignored that too, burrowing deeper into the nest I’d made on the couch. ![]() I listened intently: nothing that I could make sense of. Muffled noise insinuated itself into my cloth sanctuary a voice perhaps, or maybe the scrape of claws on the floorboards. The thing in the hall slithered closer to the living room door and I pulled the covers over my head trying to blot out the noise and pretend everything was all right. But then again, it was either that or spend a cheerless Monday night in the cold bosom of the dearly departed. It would be madness, mayhem, murder and worse if I accepted such a rash invitation. I also remembered that it was probably a bad idea given the Hand-of-Glory some kind soul had sent me last night. I remembered I had a job on tonight and as if to confirm I got a full on visual from one of the Boabhan Sith showing the unmistakable shape of Salisbury Crags and the whispered message: I waded effortfully through the frozen press of the dead, as though miles down underwater, with a million tonnes of water bearing down on my unprotected head. The Deadlights woke, excited by the promise of all that dark energy and the room thrummed with them, making my head hurt worse than it already did. Besides the wards were so powerful, I didn’t see how anyone could disable them but me. Had my live visitors wrecked my wards earlier today? I’d rip their limbs off and feed them to them if they had, but somehow I didn’t think it was their style. They stood silently, their milky eyes though blind, still able to track me wherever I went, like a field of grey translucent sun flowers. I woke up after seven to darkness and the dead, so closely packed it was impossible to tell how many there were. ![]()
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